"I wish," Jon said, "that until I wish otherwise, I would have a sexually submissive sexbot of my Angelina Jolie. The sexbot would have the following changes to the orignial person: g-cup breasts, waist-length hair that she would like to keep braided and an enhanced sex drive. She would enjoy doing anything I asked her to, love me with all her heart, enjoy being my sexbot and would be perfectly comfortable not only with public nudity but providing sexual services for me in public as well. She would not object to me having female friends or girlfriends, nor would she object to me getting other sexbots if I so desire. If the real Angelina Jolie were to ever find out about my sexbot of her, she would feel flattered and neither she nor anyone else would find it strange that I have a sexbot of her. In addition, my sexbot would weigh no more than a normal human and be made from organic machienery and electronics that would realisticly simulate the look and feel of a real woman."
There was a flash from the stone and Jon felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and a head rest on his shoulder. A feminine voice purred into his ear as his new toy whispered, "What would you like to do tonight, Master?"
Jon smiled. He was going to enjoy this.
